Give Antoinette and Polifemus (the one-eyed cat) two very nice kisses for me.
And here is one for Seer Marcous from his "CARLOTTA." How can I refuse?
But I wish she were here.
31st October.
I did not sleep last night.

I have done no work to-day.

The Renaissance has receded into a Glacial Epoch wherein, as far as its humanity is concerned, I have not a tittle of interest.

I sought refuge in the club.

Why should an old sober University club be such a haven of unrest?
Ponting, an opinionated don of Corpus, seated himself at my luncheon table, and discoursed on political economy and golf.